We signed a contract to sell our house today. Yes we haggled to agreement with the Indians. Now we just have to wait and see if they can actually swing the finance. In the meantime we will start looking for a new home.
I have had a slight change of mind and I am not allowing Mr FD to tempt me with a tree change. It is a Flamingo Dancer’s prerogative to change her mind.
This has resulted from a long pause to reflect on who I am and what I want from the rest of my life. First, I realised how I avoid large shopping centres and crowded car parks like the plague. Our local shopping centre expanded to three times the size it was when we first moved to the area, and ever since I rarely shop there. I rarely shop for anything except food these days.
Secondly, I hate living too close to my neighbours. I don’t need to hear their baby cry or the husband sneeze. So a tree change will allow us privacy. Not only that, but space, countryside; a new way to leave our life.
Now that I try, it is kind of hard to put it all into words as logic is wrapped around by emotion. Wants and needs. I guess, to can take the girl out of the country, but maybe not the country out of the girl.
Not too rural. There are lots of satellite suburbs and small townships within a short distance to where I work and we are considering those, as well as My Hometown, which is probably a 30-40 minute drive from my workplace. A couple of My Friends Who Lunch, my girlfriends from high school, still live there, and it might be kind of nice to get old with them. I would be more likely to go to the gym with them , or go solo in a smaller town, than here in the city.
Mr FD is quite happy with the idea too. I also think he sees a dog in his future and a larger yard would mean less walking duty for him!
Right now, keeping all options open. We may buy an established house, or build. Or maybe I will just go live in the yurt I often fantasise about living in. Either way, it’s the next stage of our lives.